Gemotions

The box sat on the welcome mat, a silent accusation. The name "Olivia Reynolds" meant nothing to him. He had been expecting nothing, and yet, the arrival felt like a disturbance. He felt a deep ache within him, a kind of hollowness that settled in his bones.

He shuffled inside, the soles of his feet dragging across the wooden floor. He left the package unopened by the front door. He just wanted to disappear, to dissolve into the silence of the empty apartment. The world outside felt like too much effort to engage with.